Move.
Regina tries to obey the thought but her feet refuse the command from her brain and remain glued to the floor. Following Emma into the bathroom, she hadn't given a second thought to what she might find upon entering. It is a mistake she is now paying the price for as she runs her tongue across her lips, stare fixed to the gorgeous sight before her.
With her head tilted back and the hot water slowly fogging the glass behind which Emma stands, Regina drinks in the view of all that glistening flesh, mind screaming at her to join Emma as she watches the way pale skin slowly flushes beneath the heat of the shower.
For two days, they have practically lived in a state of undress around one another, but it isn't until now that she realizes that not once has she taken the time to actually see Emma. She has touched her, tasted her—she has even worshiped the soft and sometimes scarred plains of her body, but she hasn't truly taken a moment to simply appreciate and admire her Sheriff in all her glory.
And what glory it is.
Soft breasts tipped by rosy pink nipples and a hard, toned stomach that seems to stretch for miles until stopped by the flare of hips. Strong, muscular thighs she can distinctly remember the feel of closing around her head, muffling the sounds of breathless pleas and wanton moans…
The desire running through her is intense— primal in a way that has thoughts of the two of them rutting around like animals in heat bombarding her, thoughts she feels drawn into as she loses her grip on reality before a moan startles her and lids that slowly slipped closed, snap open. She immediately zeroes in on the hand between Emma's legs and her mouth dries as her breath quickens, chest heaving with unadulterated want.
Her thighs slicken and that is when she finally moves, one thought overwhelming all others as she inches forward. She needs to be closer, to see—to watch as one of her favourite fantasies plays out right before her eyes. As the door to the shower swings open, Emma turns to her with a lazy smile and Regina bites her lip, eyes dropping to take in the view of the fingers sliding in and out as Emma strokes her slit.
The scent of Emma's arousal sends the desire simmering in the pit of her stomach rolling and Regina falls to her knees without thought as she grabs Emma by the hips. She pushes her back, ignoring the grunt of protest when Emma hits the wall as she tears the hand from between thighs and replaces the stroke of long, slim fingers with that of her tongue.
Emma moans and grinds against her face, fisting a hand in her hair. Regina mirrors the sound, a fresh wave of desire crashing through her as Emma's taste coats her tongue. She reaches down with one hand to play with her clit and sucks Emma's into her mouth, each flick and swirl of her tongue matched by her fingers as she works both buds, bringing them both toward the edge of release before she pulls back to speak.
"I want to live inside your cunt," she breathes, losing all semblance of control as she thrusts into herself.
Emma chuckles, tilting her head forward to look down at her. "Crude," she teases, eyes darkening as they fall between thighs and she watches Regina fuck herself.
Regina swallows roughly at the feel of something sliding along her thigh and she glances down, stomach flipping when she realizes it is Emma's foot. Her eyes snap back up and Emma grins. "Move your hand," she husks. Regina hesitates before she adds, "Please."
When she finally does as asked, Emma smiles and Regina shudders at the sudden pressure against her mound. A murmured, "Lean back," has her planting her hands behind her as she lowers herself to the floor of the shower and her breath hitches, hips rising of their own accord as Emma starts to rub her folds with the heel of her foot.
The sensation is new—unusual, but not at all unpleasant and she closes her eyes, tilting her head back. Curious, she spreads her legs and offers up a silent challenge to her Sheriff, enjoying the ministrations combined with the water pelting her stomach but wanting more.
Emma hums as if contemplating it and then chuckles again when Regina gasps, hips bucking hard against the digit that rubs her clit. "I've always wondered how this would feel."
Forcing her eyes open, Regina stares up at her in surprise. "You've never done this before?" She hasn't but by how well her body is responding, she would've thought Emma had.
With a mixed look of arousal and determination, Emma meets her gaze and gives a subtle shake of her head. Regina smiles. "Well it feels wonderful," she drawls, projecting as much of the pleasure she feels into her voice as she leans further back on her elbows.
Emma smirks and a sound sticks in the back of Regina's throat as Emma pushes down on her clit before gliding through her wetness to her entrance. Regina shudders as a digit probes her opening and catches her lip between teeth as Emma presses closer to the wall at her back, sliding her hand back between her legs as she raises the other and adjusts the shower head.
As the first powerful jet of water hits her clit, Regina jerks but her gasp quickly dissolves into a moan as it forces Emma to enter her. Her clit throbs, growing more sensitive by the second and just as she's ready to beg Emma to stop, her mouth falls open as her release suddenly rips through her.
Collapsing on to her back with the strength of her orgasm, Regina stares up at the ceiling, mind blank as her body shudders and twitches in the aftermath.
It takes her a few minutes, but the moment thought returns, she remembers what Emma is doing and tears her eyes from the ceiling.
Emma catches her gaze, grinning, and widens her stance. Regina whimpers at the loss of pressure against her pussy but follows the path of the hand as it falls from the shower head and glides down the length of Emma's body. Fingers tease an already hard nipple and Regina feels her mouth water, picturing her lips wrapped around the stiffness as the hand continues its descent.
A groan falls from her lips as Emma spreads her folds, opening herself up to a hungry gaze. Regina struggles to sit up, wanting to explore the wet, pink flesh with lips and tongue. Emma lifts her leg and Regina growls as the foot that brought her pleasure mere minutes earlier denies her, the pressure now resting between her breasts and preventing her from rising any further.
"Look," Emma murmurs, voice teasing. "Don't touch."
"You were quite happy to receive my touch before."
"That was then," she replies, still grinning. "This is now."
Regina huffs, eyes narrowed in a glare.
Despite her obvious annoyance, Emma ignores her and Regina sighs, seeing no other choice but to concede to her role of voyeur as she follows the leg to the apex of thighs. She sucks in her lower lip, Emma's taste still vivid in her mind, and watches, mesmerized by the finger swirling around the slick bundle of nerves.
Emma's head softly thumps against the wall and as her pleasure builds, the pressure of her foot lessens. Regina clasps her ankle and slowly guides it back between her legs. She runs her fingers along Emma's calf, massaging smooth, wet flesh before hooking a hand behind her knee and using her hold to pull herself up.
Emma emits what Regina assumes is a sound of protest and she smiles, leaning forward and pressing lips to the side of the knee where her thumb remains, stroking as she continues to watch Emma bring herself pleasure.
Up close, her scent is almost overwhelming and Regina's nostrils flare, breathing Emma in as her arousal reignites and her pussy throbs with want. "Emma," she murmurs against flesh, forcing her eyes from the hand and up that mouth-watering body.
"I'm close."
Regina hums. "I know," she purrs, inching closer to her goal as she rises to her knees and rubs her pussy against Emma's shin. "I want you to come in my mouth," she says, dragging her tongue along an inner thigh.
Emma gasps and her eyes flutter open. She glances down with a groan and Regina captures her hand before she can take it away, unwilling to waste the opportunity to have what she wants as she licks between fingers before sucking them into her mouth.
Pulling back with a pop, she smirks at the look of longing Emma gives her. "Delicious," she purrs, less than an inch from her destination.
Emma shudders at the feel of her breath on her pussy. "Regina."
"I think I need to hear that magic word, Sheriff."
"Eat me?" Regina stifles her chuckle and tilts her head thoughtfully. It isn't quite what she had in mind, but it is amusing enough for her to consider it, nonetheless. And then Emma adds, "My Queen."
Regina blinks, all thought leaving her brain entirely at the sound of her title in that tone of voice as wet heat pools between her thighs. It has been a long time since anyone has called her that, and even longer since it was said with such desperation.
"You really were close, weren't you?" Emma bites her lip with a nod and Regina strokes her legs, up and down, relishing the whimper Emma releases when she palms the cheeks of her ass.
Mercifully, she leans in and Emma tangles a hand in her hair with a breathless, "Yes," as Regina parts her folds, finding her clit and welcoming it back into her mouth at the same moment she sheathes two fingers inside of her. She moans, savoring the taste, the scent—the feel of the hard little nub as she rolls her tongue over it, and the tight heat clenching her fingers.
When Emma comes, she gushes and Regina feels a small surge of smug satisfaction in her chest. She consumes every drop, licking and sucking before she curls her fingers to draw Emma's pleasure out, and releases a sound of delight as Emma rewards her with more sweet warmth.
"You really like doing that," Emma says, finding her voice once Regina regretfully pulls away.
"I really do," she admits and accepts the hand Emma holds out for her. "You taste exquisite."
Emma grins, wrapping arms around her waist as Regina stumbles, knees somewhat aching from kneeling too long. "Well, I'm glad you approve," she says and captures her lips.
Regina groans. She considers what harm it would do to indulge a little longer for exactly 15 seconds, and then shakes her head, knowing herself—knowing Emma too well to know that it wouldn't simply be a little longer. She forces herself to break the kiss. "We keep this up and we'll be late for work."
Emma shrugs and says, "Best excuse I've ever had," before attempting to kiss her again.
With a chuckle, Regina tilts her head back and away from temptation as she replies, "Believe me, my dear, I am well aware of what you consider an excuse."
"Hey." Emma feigns offense, mock outrage in her expression before she frowns. "Your dear, huh?"
Regina cocks an eyebrow, confused but not in the least bit surprised by the change of subject; Emma has always baffled her, no more so than when she is subjected to the woman's incessant need to ramble pointlessly.
"I suppose it'll be tough to top my Queen."
Understanding now, Regina rolls her eyes. "I thought you did quite well," she offers, feigning ignorance.
"Wh—oh." Emma shakes her head and deadpans. "Hilarious, your Majesty."
Regina shoves her shoulder lightly. "Get out of my shower," she demands, eyes dancing with mirth.
"I didn't even get to wash," Emma protests, refusing to budge and tightening her hold.
"Who's fault is that?"
"Yours," she answers immediately.
Raising her hand in a familiar gesture, emerald eyes widen and Emma grabs her wrist. "Nope, not doing that," she says and entwines their fingers, coaxing the hand back down.
Regina scoffs, secretly pleased Emma had stopped her. She needs to get ready and so does Emma, but for some reason, she doesn't want them to part just yet. "If you think holding hands can stop me from using magic, I'm afraid I'm going to have to disappoint you."
"It stopped you…" Emma squeaks at the sudden heat against her hand. "Temporarily," she quickly adds, pouting. "Let me wash real quick?"
Dismissing the small fireball she'd conjured in her hand, Regina pretends to think about it with a, "Hmm."
Emma squints, searching her face. "Please," she tacks on the addition as though a question more than an actual plea.
"No," Regina replies. If she'd begged, then maybe, but that was just sad. Emma needs to try harder, and Regina has the perfect idea—she did say she gets what she wants, after all. "Convince me."
Brow furrowed, Emma sighs and questions, "How?"
"How else?" Regina leans in, a smirk on her lips as she purrs, "Bite me, Princess."
